As my mind trawls through its memory banks, it finds golden nuggets that shine like a diamond in a goat’s arse. Like being held upside down by my ankles by my auntie Daphne on her doorstep as she slapped me on my back to dislodge a sugar-coated pineapple chunk stuck in my throat. Like having to go by bus to the Doctors because I had zipped my foreskin into my trousers, my god that was painful especially when the doctor said he would have to undo the zip. Learning to jive when I was fifty put a smile on my face and continues to do so every time, we have a jive.

Play fighting with Charlie the Bichon he could be such fun he always seemed happy to play jumping on my chest if I lay on the sofa and growling and grabbing my hands in his mouth but never causing pain, he knew it was a game.

Seeing my son for the first time not allowed to see him born, getting the nurse to take all his clothes of so I could count his fingers and toes. A round faced little cherub with a mop of curly hair. As naughty as Charlie, he even bit me once or twice until I bit him back and then he stopped.

My childhood pet called Prince who helped me get over my fear of dogs he was a prince fearless but totally loyal to me and my family, a boy’s best friend who came to an unfortunate end killed by an accidental shot from my dad’s gun dad gave away his gun after this he was so upset.

Seeing my daughter born different hospital more enlightened staff I almost missed the event because they told me to go and get a cup of tea I came back just in time.

My Ariel leader motorbike which I swopped  my lovely scooter for, because I wanted more speed and power I thrashed it around I wish I still had it, it was the only bike I didn’t fall off.